Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.